So runs my dream, but what am I? An infant crying in the night An infant crying for the light And with no language but a cry.
— Alfred Tennyson
In Memoriam
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So runs my dream, but what am I? An infant crying in the night An infant crying for the light And with no language but a cry.
— Alfred Tennyson
In Memoriam
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved